#14 - kiss along the hips

they had started to get comfortable not too long ago, but somehow it seems like the two of them had known each other for years. suga always found himself sneaking up to suji’s room nowadays in place of going out with his ‘friends’ on the weekends. even though he knows her father remains borderline apathetic to the older boy going up there in the first place, yoongi always feels like he should remain sneaky… you know…out of respect..

he stays up in the large and decorated bedroom the majority of the day, admiring suji’s artwork and relaxing doing little to nothing more. he’s willing to spare every minute of his day doing just that if it means he can spend it with the lee’s daughter. 

even though the weather is nice, the two of them stay tucked away inside together. the window is open allowing the fresh air to filter in and out of the room as the two stay completely oblivious to anything else going on in the outside world. 

they act like children. who teases each other the most? well, nobody can’t be too sure. most people actually never joke around with yoongi in the first place. the boy looks like he isn’t even capable of laughing at a joke, but suji has always been able to see right through that and that’s something suga really likes about her.

“you think you’re real funny huh suji-ya….”, he grins up fondly yet tired at the young girl who has just disheveled his hair for the nth time in a row now. there really had been no point fixing it again. the two of them had spent the last hour or so wrestling on the bed like kids. although he hadn’t been keeping score for pride’s sake, suji was definitely the one on top today. “you’re exhausting…you know that…”, shooting her another playful look, yoongi rolls on his side and then to his back, spreading out on top of suji’s mattress before pulling her on top of him to sit on his chest comfortably.

“come here you…..”

11: collarbone kiss for my bik boi seokjin

ah yes, summer.

it is that famous time of the year once again for the big games between bildulgi and korea university, also known as the bildko games. they are a good ass time for any twenty-something in the one percent who is fortunate enough to attend one of the two schools.

seokjin and yoongi sit in the stands with a couple other thousand people. none of which yoongi personally recognizes, but he trusts they all belonged to their campus in some way or another. his face is painted half white, half blue,(all thanks in part to his girl suji) and it’s a perfect cover up for the red glow his beer is giving his cheeks. it actually ties the two boys’ matching not-so-couple-yet-slightly-couple-ish sports jerseys together fairly nicely. 

the music today is pretty great. for the last twenty minutes or so during the ceremony’s intermission, the dj has been playing a pretty fantastic pitbull playlist, something young suga can definitely feel himself to. he spends the next four songs calling himself mr. worldwide jr. and serenades seokjin to the year 2000 classics. his arm is wrapped around his friend’s noticeably broad yet fragile shoulders as he matches every adlib and rap with perfect precision and accuracy. 

what time is it now? does anybody have a watch? characteristically no one is sure how many beers yoongi has downed, but who really cared, the sun was still shining and he was definitely in a good place. he just needed the world to know.

“YALL! YOU GUYS! OKAY LISTEN. THIS GUY. THIS GUY?? THE BERKELEY KING…THE..KIM SEOKJIN.. HE IS THE ACTUAL BEST OKAY. I LOVE THIS KID. WHAT A GOOD FUCKIN GUY.” suga is pointing roughly to the guy next to him, he wants the world to know how cool his best bro is…but he’s just looking like a goon, a loving but baboonish goon. it doesn’t matter too much though..in fact hardly anybody is even noticing, let alone listening. they’re all too distracted with their own celebrating to pay him any mind. who knows, maybe that’s good for seokjin. 

as the bojangles remix comes to an unfortunate end, the crowd in the bleachers suddenly stands up and starts cheering at the top of their lungs. but for what? the screams echo throughout the city of seodaemun and sincerely startles poor yoongi for a split second before he sees what’s going on. 

it’s the giant screen above center field.

in bright, flashing, bolded pink letters bildko kiss cam glows above the arena, the camera panning all around the audience as it searches for unsuspecting couples to put on show for the rest of the town. everything done all in good spirit.

the first couple are some seniors that are ready for the kiss. it is kind of bland and boring, yet the crowd goes wild at the gesture. the next is actually yoong’s former history professor and her husband which who give each other a little peck. the scene fills the stadium with sweet and expected awes celebrating the still burning light of their old romance. yoongi is standing next to seokjin in the bleachers, the height difference hysterical as the two of them are now up on the giant screen as couple number three. a flood of laughter consumes the crowd. i guess the camera guy is attempting to make a lighthearted joke of some sort with the two boys as the punchline..

his joke doesn’t land. yoongi, without hesitation turns to his friend, his arms loosely wrapping themselves around the other boy’s neck as he starts blindly pressing hard and drunken kisses wherever his mouth can land. the highest they reach are along seokjin’s collarbones. this is with suga being on his very tippy toes. 

the more open-minded folks in the audience cheer as the majority of the crowd kind of glances around, some choking up with laughter, some taking pictures of the scene, and some not even registering yoongi isn’t just a girl with short platinum hair.

#2 - cheek kiss (are you devastated)

what day had it been? was this group of delinquents really this adamant to wreck their lives that they’d throw a party on a thursday? the semester hasn’t even started yet.

apparently min yoongi’s junior year is going to remain on the same losing plain as his sophomore one. he is still surrounded by the group of people he can’t even stand and at yet another party of some pretentious prick’s he tries to forget the name of if he could help it. at least if anything, jimin does keep the drinks pouring. it’s the only reason yoongi shows up to these things in the first place.

it is around three in the morning, the survivors who hadn’t already blacked out now sit around in a circle, half with burnt cigarettes in hand, the other gross half sloppily choking on each other’s tongues even before the bottle in front of them spins for their turn. ah yes, the classic game of spin the soju bottle…. this group of delinquents had definitely hit a new boring low.

they have been at it for the last fifteen or twenty minutes. the majority of the circle, though they didn’t know each other too too well, had already been partners outside of the game before. it is just something that comes with the lifestyle. 

yoongi can barely keep his eyes open, the polluted sticky air not making it easy for his already faded state to see much else of his surroundings. he can see the visual of a few familiar female figures sitting in front of him who had began making out, but nothing is really registering with the boy. was kissing really all they were doing tonight? god they really are getting boring..

round by round goes by of both the game and of the shots of the night. yoongi doesn’t even realize the bottle has even landed on him until the girl sitting next to him taps on his thigh. all he can afford to give is a semblance of a nod as he crawls like a sloth the few steps he needs forward towards whoever the lucky bastard is who got teamed up with him.

his tongue slinks along his chapped bottom lip, his breath reeking of straight alcohol, you would’ve thought he had been drinking the medical grade stuff had you not been familiar with the crowd he runs with. laughter and obnoxious giggles from the girls fill the circle. it only gives him a headache. yoongi looks like a lost old man the way he glances around not too sure what the big deal is….it was just another ho–

hell nah…………..

he clearly is passed out somewhere in the house, there is no way this nightmare is real. why the fuck was park jimin sitting across from him. why hadn’t he noticed? everyone knew yoongi hated this kid. if his own breath had notoriously reeked of booze and menthols, jimin’s famously reeked of dick.

“i’m not…..fuckin….goi….his mouth…..diseased….fuck outta here….i can’t…”, his fists are balled up but he’s too far past gone to even be able to move the rest of his body. yoongi is stuck in the middle of the circle until someone kind can assist him out.

“sugs just kiss him on the cheek and keep the game going..you’re ruining the flow!!”

had he the strength, suga’s fists would be swinging, but his mind was long gone and checked out. he crawls a little closer towards jimin as he puckers his own small lips up, hesitating and looking back. this was bullshit…who let him sit across from him in the first place.